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When I was at university, one of the highspots of the year was &#8220;rag week&#8221; when we raised money for charity. A lot of students were involved in doing all manner of silly things in order to raise funds.

One of the regular items was the production of the joke book which meant collecting a large number of jokes, many of dubious quality, getting some of them illustrated, making arrangements for the printing of the book and then organising the sales.

There were six of us on the rag joke book committee, three boys, Jeremy, Kevin and Jack and three girls, my best friend, Emma and her friend Jenny and I. When we met for the fist time, we were glad we&#8217;d volunteered; they were great guys: good looking, hunky and with a great sense of humour and adventure.

We decided that we would all ask our friends, both on and off campus, if they could let us have some jokes and in six or seven weeks we had collected quite a good selection. We then pressed into service all our artistic friends and relations in an effort to get some illustrations.

At the end of two months we were ready to decide what would be going into the joke book. All this involved a lot of work and we had quite a number of meetings, usually in one of our rooms. Reading out all the jokes was hilarious and we had a fine time. The meetings tended to be very lighthearted and we got on well with the boys and really fancied them; they were really attractive and responded well.

After lectures one day, I happened to bump into Jack and he said, &#8220;Hi, Mel. We&#8217;d better have a meeting to decide who is going to print the rag book and how many we shall need.&#8221;

I first noticed April at professional functions. I sat next to her once at a benefit. She was a fascinating dinner partner, her knowledge of our community and her long-time efforts on the behalf of major charities made her scintillating dinner companion. I would have pursued her then, but she had to leave early to attend one of her children&#8217;s school concert. She left a good impression on me; her attire was always conservative and elegant&#8212;I found her very sexy.

One day she wanted to set up an appointment with Gail to sell her accounting services to our law firm. I was not shopping for a new accounting firm, but I will always listen to the pitch of a woman of April&#8217;s class.

After Gail asked me if I would take the meeting I asked her, &#8220;Do you know anything about her, personally?&#8221;

&#8220;A friend of mine works for her.&#8221;

&#8220;What do you know?&#8221;

&#8220;She&#8217;s going through a divorce and has three kids. She&#8217;s a very hard worker and is always well dressed&#8212;a fair boss and pays her employees well.&#8221;

&#8220;Okay, I&#8217;ll see her.&#8221;

Gail smiled and said, &#8220;I&#8217;m sure you will.&#8221;

April came into my office and owned the room. Her blonde hair framed a face of regal perfection. Her black framed glass gave her an Ashleigh Banfield look&#8212;intelligent and competent. She looked about 5&#8217; 9&#8221; and 125 lbs. She walked up to my desk and firmly shook my hand. I sat down quickly as women like this arouse me intensely.

She sat in the chair facing my desk placing her briefcase at her side. Her knee-length blue skirt had ridden up and exposed several inches of her black-nylon clad thighs&#8212;I love black.

9:30pm. Tiffany had finished washing her face and returned to her biology textbook and cabernet. As per the usual, she was confident about the test, and utterly inebriated. Alex strolled into the living room and approached the couch.

"Wanna catch a flick?" he asked with a bit of sauce.

"Nein. I have to finish studying for the exam."

"It can wait."

She grinned and said, "Fuck off Alex, I'll give you a blowjob later, I'm busy right now."

Her perception and bluntness always managed to catch him off guard. With a sheepish smile he withdrew to their bedroom.

Tiffany had always had an easy time with guys. Her mother was Malaysian born Chinese, and her father was from Portugal. Her features subtly transmuted their genes into a distinctly unusual but undetermined exotic quality. She never put on makeup or particularly coordinated clothing, yet proved to be endlessly fascinating to her male classmates. The incessant smoking, drinking, and illicit drug use did little to dissuade even the most "straight-edge" boys.

Alex was clean. His pores, that is. For whatever reason, she was obsessed with pores. When she lost her virginity in high school, it was to a big hunky quarterback. Actually that's how her friends had described Jay, but all she noticed as he kept thrusting deeper inside her, was a group of enlarged pores in the middle of his nose. She let him shoot his load, and later profess his undying devotion, but then got the fuck home and washed herself thoroughly, exfoliating until her face was red from abrasion

I heard a normal college party outside my bedroom door. Music played. People talked. I pictured them walking around in my living room, casually drinking and carrying on with interesting conversations about sports, school, and whatever else fancied their interests.

I planned to enter into this party, but not like any of the others. As I looked down at my half-naked body, I grew excited at the thought of finally being able to fulfill my most intense fantasy.

"Well Martha, are you ready?" My friend, Jenny, cracked open the door to look inside. "You look absolutely fantastic. I'm sure a few of the guys are going to have a hard time. A very, very hard time, if you know what I mean."

I knew exactly what she meant, but only drew in a deep breath and looked down on myself once more. 'It wouldn't be so bad if I was more normal sized,' I thought to myself. If I had a flat chest or even average sized, it wouldn't be nearly so intimidating. But I knew my double-D cupped melons displayed in the erotic swimsuit would draw everyone's attention. Two narrow strips of cloth fell down from my shoulders and across my boobs. They joined an equally meager panty around my waist. It was enough to cover all the important parts, but just barely. I saw tit sticking out all over. I think a full two-thirds of my big boobs lay exposed. Even worse, they lay exposed in their natural state because the erotic swimsuit offered no support. Additional skin lay exposed behind me, I knew, for the swimsuit needed no straps across the center of my back. Worse yet, the bottom was little more than a thong.

Into the party I was supposed to enter wearing this meager selection of clothing. Everyone else would be fully dressed, but I would have skin sticking out all over. They would get to see nearly all of me, but they were not supposed to notice or say anything about it. This was my fantasy. This was what I dreamed about on those cold, lonely nights.

"Well?" Jenny interrupted my thoughts.

"I guess I'm ready," I looked to her to reluctantly answer. I felt my pulse racing.

"Well then, let's go," Jenny stepped inside and took me by the arm as though to give me the courage to finally go through with it. No one stood in the hallway on the opposite side of the open door, thank God, but I suppose it didn't really matter. They were all going to see me anyway. I tossed my long, dark hair over my shoulders and cautiously followed.

Except for one special invitee, according to Jenny, everyone knew me. A few were friends. Others were classmates. I already recognized one voice as my geeky lab partner from chemistry class. Jenny said she invited a dozen people who agreed to help me live out my wild little fantasy. Luckily, not all were men, as I first expected. Jenny surprised me earlier when she said all but one of the guys arrived with a date. The girlfriends and two wives apparently felt just as interested in participating as the men.

Did you ever meet anyone that turned you on so much at first glance that you just hated him for it? OK, that sounds twisted, I know. But damn it, I'm going through life, minding my own business (for a change) and up to me walks this guy, says a polite hello...and my clit whimpered and tried to climb out of my panties. And that is just as uncomfortable as it sounds.

I gave him an ugly look and snapped something rude. He smiled at me gently and said "bad day, huh?" That REALLY pissed me off. Where the hell did he get off assuming I'm some kind of nice person the rest of the time...and oh, shit, I carried on like this for a good twenty minutes. He got more and more amused, until I just wanted to belt him one. Finally, I stalked off in a huff, heels clattering out my hostility...which really echoed nicely off the concrete in the parking garage. I slammed my purse down on the hood of my car to hunt for my car keys. That echoed, too. The little squeaking sound I made when he grabbed my arm and spun me around echoed. The crack of my palm across his face seemed to echo forever. His mouth coming down on mine, his tongue thrusting, his fingers gripping my ass...well...that didn't make any sound at all.

I struggled for a good nanosecond before I sucked his tongue with everything I had and ground my hips against the rather sizeable bulge arguing with his jeans. I have never wanted a hot, nasty fuck so much in my life. He slid a thigh between my legs and raised it slightly, and I GROUND my cunt against it. My hands were everywhere on him...his face, his hair, his shoulders, his chest...his nipples were hard, my fingertips discovered, and he liked having them pinched lightly. That made me wonder if he liked having them sucked...and I still feel bad about that nice shirt. I MEANT to unbutton it, but my left hand didn't get the message. The yank-rip-suck combination nearly made him cum in his pants. I tongued and nibbled his nipples until he gasped at me in some kind of private language. I smiled and nodded.

Joy sat at her desk and stared at the two stacks of order logs piled before her, one on each side of her keyboard. The stack on the left contained orders she'd already entered that day, and the one on the right contained those yet to be entered.

The stack on the right was still much larger.

She sighed and looked at the clock: five minutes past seven. Everyone else had gone home for the night except her boss, whom she could hear rummaging through a file cabinet in his office. Two hard workers, working late. Joy sighed again as she looked at the work still to be done. She'd told Carl that she'd for sure have them done that day, and now she was regretting those words. Her fingers returned to the keyboard, and she got as far as the quantity ordered when her boss called to her from down the hall.

"Joy, could you come here? I need a favor of you."

"Okay, just a minute!" Oh great, what else is he going to ask me to do now? She finished entering the data for that customer, and transferred the sheet of paper from the right stack to the left. Then she rolled her chair back from her desk and got up.

Joy was eager to go home, because she was feeling quite horny!

She strode down the hall and knocked on Carl's closed door. She heard what sounded like some kind of box being dropped onto his desk, then he answered her knock. "Come on in!"

Joy opened the door and entered. Her boss was seated in his large and very comfortable-looking chair at his huge L-shaped desk. Papers, books, magazines, and other assorted items of importance to the company were scattered all over it. A Compaq 386 and a printer sat nestled amidst the turmoil on one end. On top of one pile of magazines sat a pink cardboard box.

"Yes?" Joy sat down in a chair next to the door, and waited expectantly. Her boss simply looked at her for a moment, then spoke.

Mike tugged his swimming trunks up his lean body and zipped the front of the trunks. Picking up a towel and his motel key, he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

Suddenly, he was confronted with a vision of loveliness. A tall, statuesque brunette was coming down the hall. She was followed by a tall, well built man with short blonde hair. The woman smiled at him as they passed. Turning to watch, Mike saw that they stopped at the door next to his and the man unlocked the door with a key. They both nodded at him before they went into the room.

"Umm, some neighbor I've got," Mike thought to himself as he headed toward the elevator to take him down to the hot tub. Mike was alone on a business trip and feeling very horny. He had just returned from a late dinner and had decided to soak in the hotel hot tub before turning in. It was about 10 o'clock, and Mike figured that about 30 minutes in the hot water aught to relieve the tension he had developed during the meetings he had sat through all day.

When he reached the hot tub, located in a little glassed in building beside the swimming pool, he discovered that it was deserted. He placed his towel and key on a bench near the tub and eased himself down into the hot water. He gasped as the hot water soaked through his swim suit, causing him to involuntarily reach down and grasp his balls. He slid down neck deep in the water and sat back in the little seat, leaning back and closing his eyes as the heat soaked into his body.

"Hi, Neighbor," a sultry voice brought his eyes open with a start. Looking up, he saw the brunette and her husband standing by the tub. "May we join you?"

"Sure," he grinned at them. The brunette had on one of the skimpiest bikinis he had ever seen outside of a strip show. Her large breasts were barely covered by the two small triangles of cloth held in place by a string around her ribs and two more strings coming from the top of each triangle and tied behind her neck. The bottom of the bikini was a small wisp of cloth which barely covered her pubic area. She appeared to be about 30 or so, and her skin, and Mike could see a lot of it, was lightly tanned and flawlessly smoothe. Her husband, who also appeared to be about 30ish, wore a pair of zip up the front trunks similar to the ones Mike was wearing. He was darker than she was, and Mike was surprised by the apparent bulge in the crotch of his bathing suit. Normally, he didn't notice men like that, but this was hard to ignore. The guy must really be hung. Mike almost chuckled to himself. This gal would probably flip if she knew that he was even larger than her husband appeared to be. At 35, Mike was still in good shape, with a firm tanned body and a dick which his wife swore was the largest she had ever seen, and she had seen a few before they had gotten married.

The English summer evening can be graceful. The sun, seeking shade beyond the edge, posts a golden apology on leaf and pane. At this time I would dream with glazed vulnerablility and romantic thought. A lonely yearning, heightened by glass barriers.

An interior and solitary person, I sought the plump cottage `with space' to range in my small, confined world in safety. It neighboured a twin, separated by a tall, derelict stone wall running the acre length of a matching riotous garden. A small green door set in the wall, testifying that neighbours had not always sought apartheid. This door was fast-stuck by generations of ivied suckers.

I never sought to tame my jungle of frenzied creepers, wild shubbery and overblown fruit trees. The view from my scullery window was a daily summer surprise of changing colour and shape. An accidental happenstance much like my erratic life.

The twin remained empty for the first eight months of my rule. Then the woman came. She slipped into the grey stone walls with ease and quiet. After the initial invasive flush I welcomed her remote companionship.

The terror of neighbourly descent waned and I continued in my hermitage. Nothing seemingly altered. Her garden remained a matching riot.

Then came the summer evenings and the glasshouse.

It rose painfully amidst the shrubs during a day of workmanlike shouts. It filled fast with fernage and exotic blasts. At first a seeming huge blot of curving glass, I watched the sun bless it warmly and approved.

The woman visited the glasshouse in the evenings. I discovered this accidentally whilst rummaging in my attic. Through the tiny, grimy window I could see her vista. Her privacy was assured by the garden wall were I elsewhere in my cottage. After the initial shock of that first sighting I shamelessly took station in the attic in anticipation of her further forays.

He rang the doorbell, feeling slightly nervous as he waited for her to answer. They had met a few weeks ago, after months of exchanging emails. Yeah, meeting people off of the computer was kind of corny, and even dangerous, but she had made it feel safe, and still kept the thrill alive.

Via the computer screen, they had talked about everything from their jobs to families, and of course, more intimate details, like sexual proclivities: things they enjoyed, things they wanted to try, and things that they would never consent to. They had swapped photos, and he thought she was cute. Then they had set up the first meeting.

Brunch. Always nonthreatening. In a very public location, convenient to both of them. So they could meet and then go their separate ways.

It had gone swimmingly well, from both of their perspectives. She was delighted to find that he was interesting and had a sense of humor. He was amazed to discover that they had even more interests in common than he had thought. They had parted after about two hours of light conversation, and each had much to think about.

He had been caught slightly off guard by her appearance. She looked so innocent, and had a mischievous glint in her warm brown eyes from time to time like a little kid who was doing something they thought just a tad bit dangerous, but did it anyway, just for the excitement. If he hadn't read some of what she had written to him, he would NEVER have guessed that her sensuality ran so deep.

She was similarly off balance at the first meeting. He was so...cute! He smiled frequently, and she loved the way he talked...sort of slowly and deliberately, never really rushing his sentences. He would often tent his fingers together in front of him as he talked, and she noticed that they were long and well- formed. She almost blushed when she thought about what the saying was about a man with large hands! And on more than one occasion, she wondered what it would feel like if those fingers were caressing her body.

Extra Effort (12 January 2008)

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist when early in the morning I received a call from his office:I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30AM. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45. The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in. Knowing the routine, as I am sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from here. I was a little surprised when he said: "My...we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?", but I didn't respond. The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went normal, some shopping, cleaning and the evening etc. At 8:30 that evening my 14 year-old daughter was fixing to go to a school dance, when she called down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?" I called back for her to get another from the cabinet. She called back, "No I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."

The pleasure of voyeurism takes many forms. As a taxi driver: A grope in the back seat viewed through the rearview mirror. Window cleaner: A beautiful woman lone in her office getting changed for a night out. The changing rooms at the gym have windows facing a road running high above it. Noone ever walks past there (no footpath and no reason) except me.... You can see straight into the showers as women soap up and rub their breasts as they cleanse off the sweat from their bodies... but only if you stand in exactly the correct position, and you can only see the top half of the last shower in the row.

It's fun! Of course, it's not for everyone, but then, neither is Madonna nor the Red Hot Chili Peppers, NBA basketball nor Batman. But once most young couples and boyfriends/girlfriends try it, they come back. Why? Because it's fun. You probably know people who have vacationed at nude beaches, who skinny-dip in their backyard pool or who lounge around the house nude. Why not?

Women had always considered me a nice guy. I guess I was comfortable for them to be around. I always went slow and followed their lead. I enjoyed living the relatively uncomplicated life of a lumberjack. But that all changed when I rode my Harley into Vegas for a weekend fling. I had five hundred dollars that I figured I could safely throw away at the poker table without getting hurt. When I hit the five hundred dollar self imposed limit I got up to leave the table.

I was always a sensible sort of guy. I liked to have fun but I accepted the fact that there were limits. I made a decent salary as a lumberjack but I never had a lot of spare cash that I could just throw away.

As I started to turn away from the table a very pretty looking woman asked, "why are you quitting so soon?"

"I only had five hundred dollars to lose and now its gone," I replied.

"Oh is that all? I know where you can pick up a quick five hundred and get back in the game again," she explained.

"Yeah I know. I could whip out my credit card and get five hundred real quick, but I'm just a lumberjack and five hundred is all I'm letting lady luck fleece me for today," I said.

I watched with both suprise and delight as she unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse and pulled out a five hundred dollar bill that was tucked inside her bra. She handed me the five hundred dollar bill and said, "here, take it, its for you , just let me take a few pictures of you and thats it."

"Yes, even the jock strap comes sliding off. Thats what the ladies want and I'm there to give them want they want. But before that jock strap comes off the ladies pad it stuffed with money. That and driving this cab are helping me pay my way through college," I answered.

"Oh, so you're an educated male stripper. Good looks and brains combined. Now I'm getting interested. Will you write you're thesis on male stripping,? she asked with a chuckle.

It was five minutes to nine pm and I thought I might get away without another call before my shift ended in five minutes. But it was not to be. I got a call on my radio to pick up a woman outside the French Cafe at seventh and Concord.
"Could you take me to Sky Castle,?"she asked.

"Sure, but thats about an hours drive and my shift ends in five minutes. I have a half hour gig to do in five minutes at the Club Wild,"I said.

"I've heard about that club. They have male strippers there. What kind of gig are you doing there,? she asked.

"You guessed it, I'm taking it all off for the ladies at a bachelorete party I'm doing there," I said.

"I'd wait a half hour extra to see that," she said.

"Really, you wouldn't mind waiting? All drinks on me if you're game. You'd save me from getting red faced with the cab company. They don't know I'm a sometime male stripper and I'd like to keep it that way,"I said.

"So, I guess you don't have plumbing," I said smiling as I stripped butt naked and headed off into the night with her to bathe in the waterfall.
As my body tingled with the delight of the cooling water I lost my footing on a slippery rock and fell. As she helped pull me up from the ground, her breasts brushed up against my chest and in an instant my arms were around her waist. She returned the embrace, as I gazed directly at her face while stroking her beautiful hair.

The Jungle Was Natural And Naked And So Were We.
I knocked on her door in the night of the steaming jungle heat. Startled, she rushed to the door and asked, "what are you doing in the jungle in the dead of the night?"

I gazed at her stark naked body in total amazement. She had the firmest and most perfect breasts I had ever seen. And her legs were amazing and toned to absolute perfection.

"You are very brave to be out here in the jungle at this hour, when it is frought with danger", she said with a look of approval.

"More foolish than brave," I murmered.

"Why are you here?"she asked.

"My company needs a new source of bamboo and according to the property maps, some of the land we need is owned by you."

"In deed only it is owned by me, but the real owners are the creatures of the jungle. This is really their home and we are only their guests."

As I took out a cloth to wipe the perspiration from my face caused by the steaming heat, she laughed and said, "you really are more foolish than you are brave. Take off those sweaty clothes before the insects eat them, and then you can barhe yourself clean under the waterfall."

"So, I guess you don't have plumbing," I said smiling as I stripped but naked in her presence and headed off into the night with her to bathe in the jungle waterfall.

Jill was cold, very cold. It had been almost two days since she had run away from home, and it had been over two days since she had anything to eat! Miserable is how she felt, but not half as bad if she would have stayed in that fucking hell hole her mother called a home! Her father, no make that step father, had been using her either for a punching bag or his own personal little "sex toy", and when she finally couldn't take it anymore, she ran out of the house with just the clothes on her back.

Now here she was, out on the road, all alone, only eighteen years old, no money, and no prospects! "It can't get any worse," she thought, as she pulled her light denim coat tighter around her neck while craning back to see if a car was coming!!! Automatically stuck out her thumb when a big sedan zoomed by, and incredibly, brake lights!!!! It's stopping!!!!

The big black auto came to a stop about two hundred yards down the road and slowly backed up to where Jill was standing. The passenger side window slid down and a deep voice asked if she needed a lift? Without even answering, Jill opened the door and hopped in, sinking down in the deep leather bucket seat while cautiously looking over at the driver and being relieved to see it was a middle aged man in a business suit.

He jabbed his open hand at Jill and offered, "Hello there, my name's Bill Dowd, glad to meet ya!" Jill, taking his hand and shaking it, replied in a small voice, "I'm Jill, thanks for picking me up." They rode along in silence for the next ten minutes until Bill asked her, "Where are you headed to, Jill?" "I don't really know," she replied, "maybe Los Angeles." "You got quite a trip in front of you missy," Bill intoned, "where are you coming from?"

I was a single guy in my mid 30s, and had recently broken up with my girlfriend of the last four years. My libido had always been high, but now it was getting out of hand (pun intended!). I was running around more and more with my pants sticking out in front as if I had a kid's ball bat in there.

My heart wasn't yet into finding a new girl because I was still kind of raw from the breakup with Janet. That didn't keep me from needing sex, though. That night I had just dined at a Mexican restaurant near citycenter, and was driving home, wishing for some kind of interesting diversion.

On the way, I noticed an adult arcade that I'd seen several times but never visited. I knew from the guys at the office that the place offered sexy books and videos. Steve had told me that you could even watch a selection of hard-core videos in the privacy of your own booth. Tonight, that sounded better than just going home and wanking off, and I was in no mood for a bar.

Being a devoted pot head, I preferred weed. In fact, I'd lit another Jay right after leaving the restaurant, and by now I was feeling the effects of the outstanding Colombian Gold my connection had scored for me on a recent trip to Iowa. I quickly lit another and toked three or four times before putting it out.

I was thinking to myself, "What the Hell?" and turned in. Feeling nervous, but already getting horny at the thought of watching some beauties suck and fuck, I had to rearrange old "Clyde" in my pants to minimize my own "show" before I went in.

I walked in bravely, as if I knew what I was doing. I browsed around the books and videos for a while, the explicit pictures and words making me harder all the time. My right hand slipped into my pocket so I could press and squeeze my nearly seven-inch, circumcised pride and joy without being too obvious about it. Paranoid? Naaah. But the good smoke was making my body more sensitive than usual -- especially my cock.

I was working as a bus boy in a restaurant down in Tennessee back in 1986 when she walked in to the kitchen. The new waitress. Our eyes met and I guess you could say, from that moment on, I was in lust. Yeah, maybe I was in love too, but as a man who has committed himself to the single life, I don&#8217;t wanna go there right now.

She reminded me of one of those Greek marble statues, the plump ones with the flowing robes, yet she had this spritely quality of youth, as she literally glowed from her head to her feet, with her face all made up and hair perfectly coiffed. A sweet little southern-belle.

We hooked up and spent that summer all curled on her mama&#8216;s couch like kittens in a basket.

The night before I left Tennessee, I laid her down, parted her milky white thighs and ate her hairy little pussy as she ran her chubby little red-painted fingernails through my hair, grinding into my face, whimpering and moaning&#8230;mmmmm&#8230; finally, she stopped grinding and when I looked down at her throbbing little pussy, a stream of milky dew started squirting out of her sweet little hole. I looked inside her sweet little pussy as it throbbed, and when I saw the way her little ass hole was opening, and then puckering, it turned me on, so I began to slosh my finger around inside her fluffy-muffin.

Her pussy was sopping wet when I got done making her cum a second time and she left a sweet little puddle on my bed. Anyway, she went off to college to study opera and I went up to Ohio to live with my dad.

Eventually I moved down to Kentucky and settled down with a job.

There I met a girl at a bowling alley who looked a lot like Dawn from Tennessee. She even had the same name!

I spent the earlier part of the day watching porn while I played with my hairy little pussy until I fell asleep.

Suddenly, I was awakened by the sound of thunder as I was lying on the sofa during my late-afternoon nap.

I could tell the storm was getting closer because the floors shook beneath my feet with each roll of the thunder.

I was exhilarated by the electricity in the air as the lightning flashed.

I wanted to SEE the lightning and to HEAR the thunder more clearly, so I ran to the window, tied back the curtains and opened the windows so I could take in the fresh ocean breeze.

I couldn&#8216;t see the beach from my house, but I could hear the waves crashing against the rocks as cool droplets of rain drops kissed my plump, tender flesh as the wind was blowing through my shoulder length blonde curly hair, and my pale skin began to tingle.

I was so moved by the power of the storm that I decided to burn some incense and romantic music.

As I felt the wind rushing in, I returned to the sofa and I reached for some lubricant. I applied the lubricant to my hands and I pulled my feet towards my chest and I began to rub them .

Then I began to rub one of my breasts, pinching my nipple until it was erect.

I applied some more lubricant to my hands so I could rub my pussy.

I started by rubbing my clit with my left hand in a circular motion as I used the other hand to play with my foot, becoming more and more aroused as I squeezed each toe.

It was nearly midnight as I plodded through the woods next to the old paper mill off of Highway 59. I had sneaked out of my house through the window in my room just an hour before. This is the place where I always went to calm myself and think.

I was walking down the path that my feet had eventually worn into the foliage on the ground. I could smell the pine as if that smell were intended just for me. All that my eye could see in all directions was the huge pine trees generously spaced throughout the forest and shrouded in darkness. The ground was cluttered with pine needles and the sky with stars.

I reached the clearing where I had erected a crude hut just six months ago. As I approached, I noticed that the plank that I used as a door was slightly cracked. I circled around to the other side toward the window as quietly as I could, fearing that some pot heads had found my retreat. I approached the window and peered inside.

I was caught totally off guard by what I saw. There was a girl of about eighteen years old lying on the mattress that I had stolen. Her clothes were scattered around the room randomly, and she was lying with her eyes open staring right at me. She was quite attractive with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her face had no visible flaws and her lips were thin and wet.

I noticed to my surprise that I was not embarrassed or frightened, but fascinated with her perfect hips and firm breasts. As she sat up slowly, and not out of surprise or fear, but curiosity, I noticed that I had become very erect.

She said to me in a perfectly comfortable voice, "Come in."

So, I obviously went around to the front and walked through the door. She was sitting on the bed with her thighs slightly parted, but not quite open enough for me. She stood up and walked over to me. She led me over to the bed and began to take off my button down shirt. I could feel the blood pumping through my very hard genital and I went into a daze.

She removed my shirt and went straight for the button of my pants. As she was unbuttoning them, I kicked off my shoes to avoid confusion. Then she unzipped my zipper and sat me down on the bed. She pulled my jeans off and cast them aside. My erection was creating a rather large bulge in my underwear. She reached for them and began pulling them off. As she got them past my penis, I felt the cool air caressing it and I longed to put it in her warm wet mouth.

I work at a large computer company and about eight months ago we hired a new programmer. She was short, with broad hips, a baby face and a massive set of knockers. I kept watched her constantly. I wanted nothing more than to put my hands under her blouse and play with those tits -- to squeeze them, to rub them, to bounce them up and down, to stick my head underneath her blouse and suck on them, to rub my cock between them until I came!

Unfortunately, I'm married, which restricts my non-wife sex life. However, a solution arrived.

I first studied hypnotism back in college, when I would help other students who had trouble concentrating on their studying. After putting the student into a light hypnotic state, I would tell the student that the phrase "study time" would put them into a state of intense concentration until they were finished with whatever they were studying. It worked well with most people; it helped them avoid distraction. Of course, the student was only in a very light hypnotic state, and always aware of their surroundings.

About a month ago, a happened to be attending a party given by a girl who works down the hall from me. It was fun, with lots of people, and good stuff to drink & smoke. About 12:30, my wife (who was pretty wasted) suggested that I should hypnotize some people for a laugh. She told our hostess about it, and I got talked into it. I wasn't very good, but a lot of the people were in a pretty mellow frame of mind, so it had a chance.

Our hostess called for volunteers, and got: herself, my wife (whom I've never been able to hypnotize), two guys, and my baby-faced friend (I didn't know she was there at all). I got the music turned down, and did my best. My wife was, as usual, unhypnotizable. I think that our hostess went under, but she might have been faking. Miss Baby-Face went under quickly (she'd been smoking a lot, that probably helped), as did one of the two guys.

I had them do the usual hypnotism-party-tricks, like making your arm stiff, perching between two chairs, etc. Most of these are physiological tricks to convince the subject that they're really hypnotized. After those, I had them sing, pretend to be animals, and that kind of stuff.

I suggested to them that the guy's cock had become four feet long and watched the subject girls pretend that they weren't looking. One of them sat down next to him and put her hand on his "cock", about at his knees! Then I told the girls that their tits became enormous, like two feet in diameter, and had them juggle them, which was fun to watch.

This is absolutely a TRUE story. It happened in the mid 1990&#8217;s and lasted about 5 years. To start off with I&#8217;ll give you some information about my wife at that time. Her name is Mary she is about 5 ft. tall with brown eyes and brown hair and she&#8217;s about 100 lbs. Her measurements are 32A 24 36. She was in her late 30&#8217;s then.

When I met her she was divorced and had (3) three children. From what she told me she had her share of boyfriends in the past. She had a normal sex life. Nothing would indicate that she was a slut or a whore. But that was all about to change soon as you will see.

We were married for about five years when this all started. We had a normal sex life just like most couples that were married for five years. We just moved into a new house the year before and were having a great time there. However we had many bills and had a hard time paying for them. We both worked but it just seemed that we never had enough money left over at the end of the month. So this is where the story begins.

We were both members of a very large fitness center in our town. It had thousands of members from all around the area. We both worked out at least four times each week. In this fitness center they had an area with an indoor pool a sauna and a steam room. So after we would workout we would go and relax in that area.

One day I was sitting in the sauna with two other gentlemen. Mary was out by the pool. They didn&#8217;t know that she was my wife. They both started to talk about her. They were saying how cute she was and what a nice body she has. Then they started to say what they would like to do to her. How they would love to fuck her. That&#8217;s when I took an interest in there conversation.

I was sitting bare assed on my computer chair and carelessly playing with my cock in front of the camera. The excited face of Anne, my chat mate, was staring at me from the screen. That face and her naked tits was all that I could see of her, but the growing typing mistakes in the dialogue window, made me guess that she had her other hand in her panties. And yet it was only the second time that we were online. The first time she immediately started to talk dirty and it only took five minutes for her to start masturbating on the cam. When she had cooled down a little she apologised and confessed that she had just come out of a painful divorce.

On the advise of some young colleagues and internet wise girl friends she had bought herself a computer and created herself a profile on an erotic dating site. Not without eagerness she had started exploring the frontiers of her new found sexual liberty, of which the piercings in her nipples and her cunt were the visible affirmation. Already in her fifties, Anne was considerably older than myself but with her open face, the short red hair and beautiful big boobs, she was juicier than many a girl half her age.

After her personal confession she wanted to know if I fell for older women and had began to provoke me, without even awaiting the answer. Many hours, quite a few orgasms and intense talks, we logged out. Yeah, you could definitely say that we got it on together.

Today it felt like we knew each other for years. Both she and I were a lot less tense that that first time and playfully I tried to talk her out of her panties, when once of a sudden two slender over my shoulders two slender arms went for the keyboard and starting typing in my place. &#8220;Nice to meet you&#8221;. Immediately the cam connection was broken off and I say that Anne went offline.

&#8220;O honey. Did I frighten away your playmate? I&#8217;m so sorry&#8221;, my wife&#8217;s voice sounded apologetically, although both I and she knew she had done on purpose. It was not as if she had surprised me with some secret hobby. She knew damn well that I cammed and couldn&#8217;t care less that I jerked off, as she called it diminishingly. So she left me alone at my games. Until this moment. &#8220;Hey, why on earth did you do that?&#8221;, I complained. She turned the chair around so that we looked each other in the eyes. &#8220;What if I felt like playing?&#8221;, she answered? Ignoring her I turned around again and mailed to Anne, hoping that she would look into her inbox.. &#8220;Please come online again sugar. Don&#8217;t tell me you have become a prude. And I didn&#8217;t tell you I wasn&#8217;t married, did I now?&#8221;. &#8220;She&#8217;s not bad looking, commented my wife, &#8220;but isn&#8217;t she way too old for you? I didn&#8217;t now you had a thing going for mature women. You will have to look for another grandma, because this one, she will never lay eyes on again. But don&#8217;t&#8217; worry, I have quite a few old aunts you might take a fancy too.&#8221;

&#8220;We will see about that&#8221;, I replied to her misplaced witticisms about Anne, but I was afraid that she was right and that I had lost her. I just about gave up hope, when she came online again. &#8220;Aha, I triumphed. I signalled her to turn the cam on and after a few seconds she came in view. She had put on a top. &#8220;Sorry that I frightened you&#8221;, type my wife over my shoulders. &#8220;By the way my name is Ellen&#8221;. &#8220;And mine is Anne&#8221;. By the expression on her face I could see that she didn&#8217;t feel at ease. Ellen clearly didn&#8217;t intend her to make easy on her and took the offensive right away. &#8220;Just now you weren&#8217;t so scarce with yourself. Come on girl, show me what got my husband so excited. Anne only hesitated for a second and then pulled the top over her head. She was naked under it and had goose bumps around her nipples, which were erect and hard. &#8220;I must admit, you have gorgeous tits&#8221;, typed Ellen. &#8220;You should see what a hard on they give Rudi. Nice&#8221;. She pointed the cam to my dick and indeed, the obvious truth couldn&#8217;t be ignored. &#8220;You now&#8221;, tried Anne, who had regained her confidence. &#8220;I never saw the fun in these computer games,&#8221; said Ellen to me, &#8220;but I start realising that my judgement was a bit premature&#8221;.

I hung up the phone and just sat there. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of my brain, I was just beginning to realize that I had just answered a personal ad. Shit, was I this desperate? God, I hoped not. And I really didn't think I was. I had never read them with the intent of finding that "special someone...."

I read them more out of curiosity than anything else. I always started off reading the "Women seeking Women" section. Like many other males, had a secret fantasy to be with two girls at once. Of course, I never expected my fantasy to take place, but it was still fun to dream, right?

Then I paged back to the "Women seeking Men" section. I breezed through a few of them, getting a couple of good chuckles. Personal ads always remind me of the farcical ads placed with Opus on "Bloom County": "Single, sincere white female, 43, wishes to meet single, sincere, limber Eskimo who's into tattoos, bananas, gargling Windex, Barry Manilow inflatable dolls, cactus, sleeping with large tomatoes, and snake wrestling in Jell-o pudding."

And, of course, the last line was: "No freaks."(*) As I was reading them, I noticed that the small, weekly newspaper that ran the personal ads was trying out a new system. Each personal ad was accompanied by a voice ad. All one had to do was call a local number, punch in the "mailbox" of the ad I wanted to hear, and it would be played for me. I thought that was an interesting twist, so I decided to try it out.

I brought the paper home with me and dialed the number. I scanned the paper and found one that sounded interesting. I punched the mailbox number and sat back to listen. After the announcement, I decided that the voice message was actually a pretty good idea. It gave somebody a little more to go on. It was a little easier to determine the person's personality by listening rather than just reading a newspaper ad.

I listened to a couple more. Finally, I decided that I was just going to listen to one more and then go do some work. The last one in the section caught my eye. It read:

It was already late afternoon, and Beth Anderson knew she was going to be late for her appointment.

She had totally miscalculated how far the Thompson residence was from the city, and now, as she drove along the rural, two-lane highway, she wondered if she would have to stop at a motel for the night on the way back.

Beth had worked for the social services agency for six months and had handled a variety of cases but never a sexual abuse incident. The person who normally took care of such cases was on vacation, and Beth had agreed to take it. Now, she wondered if it was such a good idea.

When she first read the case report the previous day, she actually found herself becoming aroused and had to make a deliberate effort to bring herself back to the reality of what she was supposed to be doing. The girl, Diane Thompson, had apparently told someone that she and her stepfather had been having sexual intercourse for the past four years -- ever since she was 12. The story quickly was reported to the authorities. It wasn't so much the fact that the pair had been having sex that turned Beth on so, as it was the graphic descriptions the girl provided. And it wasn't just vaginal intercourse, either.

As she maneuvered the state car along the curvy road, Beth replayed in her mind the contents of the report lying beside her on the seat. Diane had told how her stepfather first made her suck his cock and swallow his semen. She described vividly the slightly off-white color of his juice, its heat, richness and thick odor, and the enormous quantity he produced each time he ejaculated.

The girl volunteered that she once measured his penis and found that it was over 10 inches in length, uncircumcised and had a knob the size of her fist. She also recounted numerous incidents of anal intercourse, cunnilingus and mutual analingus as well. What surprised Beth was that the girl very obviously enjoyed everything.

Beth felt her face growing hot and her nipples tighten inside her bra. "There I go again," she thought, but she made no effort this time to chase the thoughts away. In a way, she actually envied Diane. Beth was 15 years older than the girl but had never experienced half of what the girl had.

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